olympicdata: (Minervamon)
olympicdata ([personal profile] olympicdata) wrote in [community profile] thefolder2014-01-15 10:22 am

Olympic Contact

Who: Minervamon, and you
What: A visitor, with something to say
Where: HospiTown
When: January 15th and 16th, 2013

Around noon, a figure walks into HospiTown. She is short, probably the size of some of the younger kids, and she carries a sword.

Rather, the sword drags on the ground, as she walks with grunts and injuries. When she reaches the Hospital's doors, she drops it, and she half-sits, half-leans against the building. An Agumon approaches her, one who works there, with shock and gasps.

"Don't be surprised," says the Digimon, Minervamon. "I'm not gonna cause any trouble. Could you tell the Chosen I'm here to talk? I owe them that much, and, well. I'd rather not barge into your fine establishment."

She grins weakly, and the Agumon, in a daze, rushes inside. Moments later, an announcement goes throughout the Hospital, via a PA system: You've got a visitor, and it's a God! She's here to talk, Minervamon's here to talk!

She chuckles. Well, that'll get some of them out, but maybe with more of a fuss than she wanted...
hatefully: (∱ when he cuts yours)

[personal profile] hatefully 2014-02-01 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Biyomon, next to Forte, his loud beak for once silenced by the new experience of feeling the levels of tension in the atmosphere, nearly jumps when Minveramon focuses on him instead of Forte. But he mets her gaze evenly at first, then quizzically at the... question she was asking him? The warning? He couldn't decide which. (Why would she ever need to warn him of something?)

???

The moment passes without commentary from the former NetNavi.

Forte scowled, disgruntled. "... Hmph."

With that, he turned on his heel to leave. The bird Digimon hesitated, looking at her.
hatefully: (∱ and i would rather)

[personal profile] hatefully 2014-02-01 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Biyomon stops.

He blinks before relaxing enough to let his own smile hesitantly leak back through onto his mouth. He nods.

Then the bird Digimon snaps a smart salute, attempting to convey the return sentiment of 'will do,' and took off in the direction of his Chosen, leaving Minveramon standing by herself again.
Edited 2014-02-01 18:58 (UTC)